Pressing On Or Should That Be Press On?

Whatever, that's what this time in the studio seems to be about. Almost finished this, almost finished that. But nothing finished. Gluing the covers for the book "Why I Paint", folding the pages and gluing the accordion pages, designing a logo and other material for a client, redesigning my web site. Bit and pieces scattered about. In the midst of my chaos JB paints. Mind you last weekend there was a lot of banging and thumping coming from his studio which is normally a silent and luminous space. Grinning like a 6 year old he gleefully told me he had solved the problem of how to paint a dusty window in his latest painting. Take the bag of dirt out of the vacuum cleaner, throw it at an old window I had lying about, spray it with fixative, place it leaning against one of his north windows and voila. Now he can see what he needs to paint. Gotta love a man who comes up with ideas like that. On the mud front one tiny detail escaped my mind. Zoe's bliss at racing through the mud means the kitchen floor has a lot of paw prints, however I have decided they are beautiful and her way of making marks. Why should JB and I have all the fun.

Zoe's work

Mud

Yea! Walking Zoe up the road the last 2 days has been a treat. The smell and feel of mud. Squishy, soft, smelling of earth and renewal; of spring. The edges of the ice are exposed, water eating away below, so that one can play their favorite children's game of jumping on the edge of the ice and hearing that satisfying crunch of a piece breaking off. Loved to do that as a kid and still love to.  Zoe comes home covered with grit and wet, a very happy dog. Even the tire tracks are beautiful lines on the dirt roads, though we tend to avoid the dirt roads to drive on for the next few weeks, as it can feel like driving in wet cement.

The many faces of mud